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The Other Door
By John Isbell

This poem, if read right,
Unlocks the secrets of the universe.
It contains a galaxy.
It contains an archipelago of galaxies.
It contains an ant.
It contains a sunset.
It contains number and geometry.
It contains every thought.
It contains Thursday.
As the galaxies
Scatter like water drops,
This poem catches each one,
Spinning in infinity.
It contains a milkshake.
It contains the laws of physics.
It contains the color blue.
The real color blue.
It contains all past, present, and future.
It contains every house that was ever built.
It is filled with unimaginable music:
The music of the waterfall.
It contains a tree.
It contains a verse of poetry.
It contains a key, right here,
To the other door.

Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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